Even without a garden.

Even without a garden.

We could grow things.

Growing plants.

Growing nice plants

Growing creation.

Even in a lockdown.

With a hand of seeds.

Seeds, seeds, seeds.

Tiny wee seeds.

Lavender seeds.

All needed was Sun.

Feburuary to March

Lockdown had begun

So put the seeds -

Cold into the fridge.

Waiting for Spring

Waiting for the Sun.

March to April

Still in Lockdown.

Spring had come.

Lavender seeds

Out of the cold.

Onto the windowsill

Into empty joghurt pots.

Sprinkling some water.

Lockdown everywhere

Water sunshine seeds

Starting to create a life

A life of Lavenders.

Just waiting on the sill

Waiting in the joghurt 

Waiting for the Sun

As you wake to see

To see if they sprout.

Each morning.

To the Windowsill.

Each morning.

To the joghurt pots.

To seed the seedlings

To sprinkle water.

To sprinkle words.

Lockdown still continues.

Paris- Belfast - London

But we are happy.

Happy with our wee world.

Happy with creation.

Happy with our selves

Happy.

April to May.

This lockdown 2020

Lavender seeds.

Popping up their heads.

Popping to say hello.

Alive on the windowsill

Alive in the four walls

Alive in your house.

New lives created.

Spring creation.

Bringing Joy.

Bringing Life 

Bringing colour.

Bringing Hope.

All is good in Lockdown.

As Spring ends.

May to June

Lockdown continues.

Summer has begun.

2020 in collective captivity.

Yet there is freedom.

Freedom on the windowsill

Movement of the leaves.

The lavender seedlings.

Have grown.

Enough to see them flitter.

Potential to soon blossom.

Potential to give hope.

Each morning as we greet.

Each morning to just  linger.

Linger at the joghurt pots

Where the Lavender smiles.

Indeed there is blossom.

Blossoming Lavender

Here on the windowsill.

From just a few wee seeds

Here we have the Lavender.

Growing and giving.

Sharing Lockdown.

All is good.

Lavender.

Peaceful.

All is good.